Presbycusis

How sweet the heavenly song sings

From each note plucked by a hand

The sound reaches my ear and rings

A symphony, gold and grand

Fleeting heights to baritone low

Unraveling colors vast

This is the music to my ears

But this music will not last

What curse on man could be so cruel

For such that I would not hear

These sounds more precious than a jewel

And it's this that I most fear

Sarit Dhar is a fourth-year medical student at the UTCOMLS.

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